1 How precious the tho’t, when with sorrows we meet,
There’ll be sweet rest there;
Tho’ oft faints the spirit, and falter the feet,
There’ll be sweet rest there;
Refrain:
There’ll be rest, there’ll be rest,
Rest for all who aweary roam;
There’ll be rest, there’ll be rest,
In that eternal home.
2 Tho’ bowed ’neath the burdens that here so oppress,
There’ll be sweet rest there;
Our Saviour on earth felt the same weariness,
There’ll be sweet rest there; [Refrain]
3 Look up, soul bereft, and remember ere long
There’ll be sweet rest there;
The sigh of the mourner shall merge into song,
There’ll be sweet rest there; [Refrain]
4 On that quiet shore, past the mad breakers’ foam,
There’ll be sweet rest there;
No sorrow of earth shall be felt in the home,
There’ll be sweet rest there. [Refrain]
5 Earth’s weariness soon shall forever be past,
There’ll be sweet rest there.
The rest that “remaineth” we’ll enter at last,
There’ll be sweet rest there. [Refrain]
Source: Songs of Love and Praise No. 4 #75